In Order To Be Interesting You Need To Be Interested

my regulus thesis is that he thinks he’s the coolest, smartest, most refined, most dignified, best person in any room but he also hates himself sm that he doesn’t want anyone to look at him ever and in actuality he’s just like a soggy cardboard cutout with bug eyes… that shakes like a cold wet chihuahua sometimes

car conversations so good bc of removal of eye contact expectation. let us all learn from this

the way that I try to be so artsy and cool but the reality is that i’m just a fucking loser

this summer i will learn italian and french and russian and run a marathon everyday and work for three months and get fifty new ear piercings and read every work of high literature ever created and watch every movie. but most importantly just chill and relax

Petition to resurrect him.

me, staring at the Moon, almost every night: I love you, I really do.

‘we need to talk about the brat summer to demure fall pipeline’ i know this is all just for fun but how does it feel to have your sense of self just tossing in the wind like a lost plastic bag

remus kinnie canon experiences

feeling like all your friends have much more fun with each other than with you

being relieved at accomplishments rather than feeling a sense of achievement

feeling like you're missing out when you're alone, but when with other people all you want is to be alone

anytime you say a bit too much you feel like you've overshared and should literally keep shut all the time

anytime someone laughs you immediately assume its about you or directed at you

you hate being humiliated in even the tiniest way

hi everyone. does anybody else miss something they can never return to. anyone else being swallowed whole by grief. anyone else clinging to love as a life preserver